The past has warm arms
hearts and kisses.
Nights past three
talking about how
we would change the world.
The present seems so empty
the future cold
my bed a cocoon
to sleep
until yesterday comes back.
The year of the poem is finished, now it is the year for the protocol! Read about the misadventures of a plant scientist trying to make sense of photorespiration one mutant at a time.
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- Starlight
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- One More Time
- So Close...
- Plantar Kindness
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About Me
- Berkley
- Pullman, WA
- Just a kid out for adventure of the literary, vertical, and educational persuasion.
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